Word: sisterly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Radcliffe and its six sister colleges have decided to join the Ivy League in a "talent search program" for students from economically depressed areas...
...Alec's younger brother, Playwright William Douglas-Home, warns that his "apparent mildness, his good-natured absent-mindedness," even his grin, are deceptive. William also vows that under Home, unlike Macmillan, "there won't be any nepotism." Says he: "Sister Bridget won't be chairing the Tory conference at Blackpool, my bird-watching brother Henry won't be next Secretary of State for Scotland, I will not be sent to the U.N., and Edward, my youngest brother, who spent four years on the Burma railway as a prisoner of war, will not be Minister without Portfolio...
...Ekins' victory could not tarnish the luster of the also-ran. The Hearst papers sent a covey of reporters west to greet Dorothy, among them her father, James Kilgallen. Everybody wept. "Waiting, waiting," sobbed Hearst Sob Sister Elsie Robinson in print: "What's the big idea-I'm not supposed to cry, just because I'm a newspaper woman . . . So, as I was saying-there came the Clipper and there came Dorothy-who looks, as I've said plenty of times before, exactly like Minnie Mouse...
...sentimental of Victorian preconceptions. He lost his father at eight, his mother at 14, his brother Tom at 23, and died himself of tuberculosis at 25. His appointed guardian, Tea Merchant George Abbey, hated him. Abbey apprenticed him to a doctor, tried to keep him from seeing his younger sister Fanny, and cheated the orphaned Keats children of most of the money they had been left by their innkeeper father...
...self into the feelings of others, even such slight creatures as sparrows scrabbling for crumbs in the street, or a field mouse peeping out of a field's withered grass. "Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated," he wrote to Sister Fanny, "the energies displayed in it are fine. . . This is the very stuff of poetry...